Chapter 63 "Do you want to leave?" "I want to stay with you..."
"You...you want to save him?"
A vague voice floated up, indistinguishable between male and female, or perhaps, that the divine has no form, arising entirely from the mind.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes.
The scene before her seemed to change rapidly. The illusion belonging to the Yaotai Realm dissipated, and what finally appeared before Fuyun Yao were collapsed stone pillars, half-buried under the yellow sand, with faceless deities carved on their shafts.
The wind whistled through the cracks in the stone pillars, creating a sound like a whisper, but the words were indistinguishable, only giving one a jolt.
It was as if an unseen eye was silently watching them.
This is the real place—
Ancient God Ruins.
"Bai Yujing," Fu Yunyao murmured.
The stone platform at the center of the ruins had long been cracked, with pale golden powder seeping into the cracks. Under the light, these powders turned into tiny particles of light that slowly drifted away, striking the ancient bell that hung high in the sky.
“Soul from the future, I hear the tremor in your heart. Will you save him?”
Amidst the howling wind, that voice rang out once more.
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes and looked at Fu Yusheng, who was leaning against the broken wall, unconscious and unaware.
"I want to save him."
"Covered in demonic energy, with severed meridians, a shattered sword heart, and even lacking a soul fragment. How could such a broken body have survived until now?"
Another voice rang out, its tone lighter than the previous one.
"Not only that, look." A warm voice rang out, and a golden light fell into Fu Yusheng's brow, where the soul fire, symbolizing a cultivator's life, appeared on his forehead.
The soul fire leaped, not a vibrant gold, nor a lively green, but a desolate, death-symbolizing blue.
Fu Yunyao stared blankly at this scene.
The Soulfire landed happily in front of her and leisurely circled around her.
That light, cheerful voice rang out again, "Huh, his fate is sealed? It seems he should have died ten years ago."
Ten years ago?
Fu Yunyao reached out and gently cupped the wisp of soul fire in her hand.
So, the battle in the South China Sea was already the end?
“Young lady, in principle, your ability to enter Baiyujing is a kind of destiny between us, and we are willing to help you if you encounter any difficulties. However…”
That gentle voice sighed softly.
"We cannot save a person who is already dead."
"A dead person?"
Fu Yunyao murmured softly, her fingertips falling onto the wrist of the person beside her.
Her fingertips were icy cold, and the hands beneath her palms were even colder.
She could feel the weak pulse beneath his pale skin.
Before today, she wanted him dead, so she never cared about the helplessness and vulnerability in his smiling eyes.
Now, she wants him to live, and she's starting to feel afraid, afraid that the pulse under her fingertips will stop beating.
She wanted him to still be the same spirited young swordsman she had first met.
"There is a way that may save him." The voice that had appeared at the beginning rang out once again.
"Shang Xuan!" The originally light and cheerful voice turned urgent.
The gentle voice also advised, "It's too dangerous. It's not worth it for a possibility that has no future."
"So, it's still possible, isn't it?" Fu Yunyao asked, ignoring their argument.
"In his sea of consciousness lies an ancient divine sword, which has fused with his sword bones. It is because of its existence that he was able to survive when his lifespan was about to end. If it can be awakened, there may still be a chance for him to live."
“Sword? Spring Returns…” Fu Yunyao murmured softly, her eyes flashing slightly.
"No, you don't really want to try it, do you?" The light voice was somewhat incredulous. "That divine sword is not easy to deal with. The reason it was willing to help him was only because it had its eye on his sword bones and the residual aura of the Dust Sword."
If it hadn't been dormant, his current physical condition wouldn't have been able to withstand its pressure at all. Moreover, his sword heart is shattered; a sword cultivator without a sword heart is completely unable to wield their sword, and the slightest carelessness would surely result in a backlash!
“Young lady, you are destined to be with us, and we truly cannot bear to see you headed towards a hopeless end,” the gentle voice pleaded, trying to change her mind.
The ethereal voice rang out again, "If you want to awaken Spring Return, you must enter his sea of consciousness."
The sea of consciousness is the most hidden and vulnerable place in a cultivator's life, a place where even family and loved ones cannot linger.
Once someone attempts to enter a cultivator's sea of consciousness, they will inevitably face a full-scale backlash from that sea of consciousness. Even a sect leader with profound cultivation cannot escape unscathed after entering the sea of consciousness of a junior disciple who has just embarked on the path of cultivation.
Moreover, one can only enter the sea of consciousness in the form of a soul. Any attacks received in the sea of consciousness will naturally fall on the soul, accompanying it for the rest of one's life.
Even if you have a close relationship, he might not be willing to accept your soul while he is in a coma. Moreover, you are just a mortal, and if your soul is damaged, there is absolutely no chance of survival.
Even so, you're still willing?
The ghostly blue soul flames danced in Fu Yunyao's hands.
She lowered her brows, and the person beside her closed their eyes gently, as if they would open them again at any moment, their eyes sparkling as they called her "Liao Liao".
When she wanted to kill him, she could grip the sword and pierce his heart without hesitation.
She was willing to give anything to keep him alive.
and.
She asked softly, "You won't hurt me, right?"
The pulse beneath her fingertips beat lightly, as if in response to her question.
She still had questions for him.
For example, the shattered sword heart.
For example, the reason why you absolutely must come back.
besides……
She lowered her head, her forehead touching Fu Yusheng's, like the most intimate pair of lovers.
"I also want to ask you, would you be willing to pick another crabapple blossom for me?"
The gentle sound drifted through the air, yet resonated deep within Fu Yusheng's heart.
The slight movement of the fingertips, hidden in the plain white sleeve, went unnoticed.
...
The water surface, filled with starlight, rippled gently.
With the clanging of chains, Fu Yunyao slowly raised her eyes.
Fu Yusheng's sea of consciousness gently accepted her soul, and from beginning to end, it did not bring her any suffering.
Within her sea of consciousness, a gentle breeze caressed her loose hair, carrying his scent.
"bite--"
The soft clanging of chains brought Fu Yunyao back to her senses.
Beneath countless chains, one person is trapped.
A red dress, a beautiful face, and...
He opened his eyes, and his light-colored eyes met Fu Yunyao's eyes without fail.
Behind him, Xuanjian, also trapped under thousands of chains, was silently gazing at her.
"Fu Yusheng?"
She tried to speak, but received no response.
The red-clad boy in front of her simply gazed at her quietly, his eyes devoid of much emotion.
Fu Yunyao raised her hand, her fingertips hovering beside his face, pausing just before touching him.
Petals fluttered down and landed on the hem of her plain white dress.
Yes, the crabapple blossoms of Yaotai Realm...
Fu Yunyao was slightly lost in thought when she suddenly felt a warm breath on her palm.
She looked up and saw the boy in front of her tilting his head and pressing his face against her palm, appearing exceptionally docile.
As he moved, the chains binding his neck made a soft clattering sound.
Fu Yunyao paused for a moment, then slowly slid her fingertips down.
The gentle fingertips caressed his face and landed on his neck, as if someone were holding a feather and gently tickling his heart.
He squinted slightly, his expression relaxed, like a lazy cat contentedly receiving the stroking of its fur by someone it liked.
Fu Yunyao's fingertips landed on the chain around his neck, and her brows furrowed slightly.
The sound of chains clanging began again.
The boy tried and found that his hands were indeed bound and unable to move.
He looked at the slightly furrowed brow of the person in front of him and spoke.
"No, don't be unhappy."
He spoke slowly, each word deliberate, his eyes filled with concern.
His wrists were cut by the chains from the struggle, and blood dripped down, but he seemed oblivious, focusing intently on the person in front of him.
Fu Yunyao paused in her action of fastening the chains.
After a while, her gentle eyebrows curved slightly, and she responded.
"I'm not unhappy."
She looked at the mark on the boy's neck and confirmed his identity.
This is what Fuyu-sei belongs to—
Kenshin.
Do you want to leave?
She asked him.
But he just tilted his head and looked at her, stray hairs falling on his forehead and obscuring the corners of his eyes.
Before Fu Yunyao could ask again, he spoke, his voice slow and soft.
I want to stay with you.
I want to be with you.
I'll be with you.
you.
He said.
All I want is to be with you.
Suddenly, she remembered the words he spoke gently amidst the swirling sword energy, blood dripping from his neck.
"I promised I would always be with you."
Fu Yunyao gazed at her reflection in his eyes.
She gently brushed her fingertips against the corner of his eye.
Long ago, what she liked most about him was his light-colored eyes.
She curved her lips into a smile and asked again.
"Then, do you want to come with me?"
Will you come with me?
The boy turned his head and rubbed his fingertips against the corner of his eye.
He said, amidst the clanging of chains.
"With you."
As long as you're here, that's enough.
Finding Fu Yusheng's sword heart was difficult for him, but for Fu Yunyao, it was almost a success the moment she appeared there.
Fu Yusheng would never refuse again.
His swordsmanship is the same.
The chains binding the boy gradually loosened, and he smiled softly.
"I like it, that's all."
“I know,” Fu Yunyao replied.
She watched him slowly dissipate, turning into specks of firefly light that brushed against the hem of her dress.
It caused lotus flowers to bloom on the water's surface, which was filled with starlight.
Splendid and bustling.
The broken spiritual vein appeared before Fu Yunyao.
On the dim and lifeless spiritual vein, demonic energy clung to it like a malignant sore, slowly devouring the spiritual energy.
Collapsed spiritual veins, pervasive demonic energy.
Fu Yunyao walked among them, looking at every place that was dilapidated and in ruins.
A gentle breeze blew through my mind, bringing with it petals of crabapple blossoms.
She reached out and grabbed a petal.
It swayed, eventually transforming into scattered starlight at her fingertips.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, a grove of crabapple blossoms stood tall, a stark contrast to the dilapidated sea of consciousness.
Petals drifted down, like a silent invitation to her.
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes slightly and slowly stepped into this flower forest that bloomed amidst decay and ruin.
The tranquil flower grove subtly transformed as she stepped in.
Fu Yunyao looked up and saw a phantom beside her.
The young man smiled, his eyes fixed on the woman in white beside him. He raised his hand and gently brushed away her loose hair.
Take another step, and another phantom appears.
The boy leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes full of smiles as he watched the figure in white robes wielding a sword in the forest.
Fu Yunyao's gaze paused slightly, and when she looked in another direction, the phantom arrived as promised.
Inside the pavilion, a young girl was dozing lightly, her face partially visible, with only half of her profile showing.
The boy beside her reached out, his fingertips slightly curled, and gently touched her cheek, his gesture full of affection and devotion.
As Fu Yunyao stood in the crabapple grove, a new phantom appeared beside her with each step she took.
Or perhaps the young man smiled, gazing silently at the figure in plain clothes before him, and uttered a soft whisper.
Or perhaps the boy looked helpless, his fingertips lightly stroking the hair of the person in front of him.
Or perhaps, he looked down at the sword that had pierced his heart, and then at the person holding the hilt, and asked.
Why are you unhappy?
Many more, and in some phantoms, the figure of the boy did not appear; all that was seen was a soft, white robe.
All the memories related to her, whether joyful or sorrowful, sweet or bitter, were cherished by him and kept in this crabapple grove.
No matter how much turmoil there is outside, it cannot disturb them in the slightest.
Fu Yunyao stopped, and ripples spread across the water beneath her feet.
Beneath the crabapple tree, the woman in red stood quietly, crabapple blossoms falling all over her.
He slowly turned around, his light-colored eyes filled with tender brilliance, reflecting her figure.
He looked at her, and that was all he did.
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